Do you want to improve the world?
I don't think it can be done.
And here we are,
At the beginning.
Everything has to start somewhere.
So welcome to wherever you are.
Let's set sail.
We're almost there,
But always here.
As the tides turn and the seasons change,
Mist and mud,
Sand and stone,
Beckoning fires,
Bright and clear,
Smouldering to nothing,
Ever-changing,
Never-knowing,
Treading lightly as we go.
And what is this all about?
Patience,
Please.
And when we arrive,
Don't talk to the crabs.
They're very rude.
Air,
Earth,
Fire and water.
Everything that was once forged from the stars.
A reminder of where we came from,
And where we might be going.
And we do need reminding.
We seem to have lost our way.
And these footprints tell only the sand that we were here,
As the sea kindly clears the way for the next visitor,
With a splash,
Fizzle and gentle sigh.
And where are you heading?
And why the hurry?
Ah,
A campfire to set the tone for this story.
Ambrose was over earlier to assemble this fine,
Fiery fort.
And it will burn brightly,
With spark,
With perseverance.
And that's about as much as anyone can know right now.
Ah yes,
Ambrose is our resident wizard here in Bydwater,
A beautiful coastal area in the south of Celestria.
Ambrose will be joining us in the morning.
I do hope he finds this spot again.
He's a master of his magic,
But utterly hopeless when it comes to navigation.
Please,
Take your place by the fire.
Here,
An elixir to restore you.
Now,
Do you have your traveller's log with you?
Okay.
Yeah,
That looks good.
Okay,
Let's have a look at you.
Yep,
Your story checks out,
And you're just as I thought you'd be.
New seekers often arrive this way,
Keen,
Curious,
With just a pinch of lost sheep about you.
Don't worry,
We'll figure it all out as we go.
Now cross my palm with five gold coins,
And I'll take you on an unforgettable adventure.
Thank you.
One last thing.
I'd like you to record your time with me,
Traveller.
Just a few words each day to capture those moments of feeling,
Fathom,
Fortune,
Grace,
And utter disappointment.
Take this blank book,
For there is a new story to be told.
This is your story.
That will be all for now.
Oh,
You wanted more?
I wonder what is missing for you right now,
That isn't here in abundance already.
Let that be your task for until we meet again,
To ponder this question.
And I'm going for a walk,
For in motion we recapture the heart and ignite our wisdom.
May I suggest you do the same?
Walk or sit with the question.
What am I lacking in this moment?
Or,
What do I need right now?
Yes,
That will do nicely.
And on my return,
We will explore winter,
Our yin season.
Some say the season of fear.
And are we to never fear,
Or just to fear well?
And in a world where too much is never enough,
But too little feels empty and abandoned,
What it is to be brave and sit alone with one's thoughts and feelings,
And all that travels with them?
May the sound of the wind offer grace as you sit with nothing but an open heart.
The adventure is cast in this new land,
With an unknown quest,
Where everything is possible.
Likings have been made,
With a wizard's charm and a notebook opened,
Ready for new markings.
And in the yin of winter,
Fear is amongst us.
But what is fear but an echo of what has been,
And might be?
